file under: sad but true

someone posted this listing under the "buy and sell" forum on my law school's portal.

My Soul
Posted: 8/14/2006 1:30:49 AM By: ------------ Posted to: Buy and Sell
One slightly used soul for sale. Must sell quickly, as this is my last year of school and I’ll have to start repaying loans. Therefore, this is a reduced rate special that you DON’T want to miss! Inquire for further details...

rawr

i'll try to keep my famiglia matta out of the blog as much as possible ... but ...

so today i was talking to my mom on the phone (normal, awkward, forced conversation where she pretends to be slightly interested in what's going on in my life) and my dad asked who she was talking to.
she replied with my name, and he said, "who?"
mom: "our daughter!"
dad (snidely): "oh, we have a daughter?"
mom (awkwardly ignoring the tension): "oh, you know your dad. always being silly."
then i could hear her covering the mouthpiece of the phone so i couldn't understand the next snarky remark my dad made.

ok, seriously? this from the man who didn't even say hello to my husband when we drove 1200 miles to throw them a party? let alone thank you (to either of us). wtf. what i wouldn't give to hear my mom reply to one of those nasty comments, "you know, that's not nice" or even "gosh, i wonder why our kids think you're an ass!"

ranting over. i should go back to looking at golden retrievers in hats. a happy place.

pretty please?

man do i want a dog.

is it 1.20.09 yet?

this is georgie boy at his finest. and by finest, i mean, worst POTUS ever. a teaser to encourage you to read the whole bush quiz ....

17. What did George W. Bush say was “the best moment” during his years in the White House?
(a) “The first day I sat at my desk in the Oval Office and thought about all the history that happened there and realized that now it was my turn.”
(b) “When I caught a seven-and-a-half-pound largemouth bass on my lake.”
(c) “When they told me we caught Saddam in his hidey-hole.”

that's right. the bass. his best moment was catching a fish. excuse me whilst i shake my head in sorrow and disbelief.

SOOOOO not cool

someone tried to reset the password for my gmail account yesterday. wtf. that's not cool.

seriously?

today was the day i came closest to kicking "he who must not be named", aka craptastic boss (CB), in the groin. training a new employee that CB's incredible laziness should be catered to. oh, and that's a direct quote. working for this louse is a daily insult to my intellect.

all these things activities are being put ON NOTICE for their unfortunate association with CB.




it should be a consolation to me that in less than two years, CB will be just a memory, and the insult replaced by a job in a law firm where if i am treated like crap (though it will pale in comparison to this) at least it will be by someone with brains and a moticum of motivation.

am i letting him win by upsetting me so much? is that part of his game, to get under my skin? whoever said the best revenge is to live well is just full of it. the best revenge is so evil that i could never write it down out of fear it could be used as evidence if even one of the nasty things i wish upon CB ever actually happened.

a little time away

here are promised pics from the long-awaited, much-needed vacation to michigan wine country.

every time we go back to detroit, B insists on going to the polish market (which at first i didn't realize was the actual name of the place) to buy the kind of kielbasa we just can't find in dc. only he and i would transport 15 lbs of kielbasa across state lines.

one of the nephews has figured out how to use a camera ... sorta. he's only three, so as far as i'm concerned, the fact that he's stopped trying to eat it is genuis. this is some of his early work...

this is the view from the outdoor tables at our fav restaurant in michigan wine country, the boathouse. the cuisine is far and above better than what we can find in dc. which most people don't believe. the difference is that people in michigan go out to eat to ... well ... eat. not to be seen. we were actually sharing our dining space with a family from dc. i'll have to relay that experience later.

ahhhhh. these are the vineyards at the chateau grand traverse winery. we were thrilled to learn they have started shipping to virginia. it's great news for our stock of michigan wines, but bad news for the budget. we really should only be allowed to blow a ton on michigan wine a few times a year, not have the constant temptation!!

we watched the sunset over the west bay of the grand traverse bay on the beach with a bottle of wine. it may have literally been as far away from dc as mentally possible.

fishtown in leland. if it was any more charming, i may have exploded. we bought a FANTASTIC painting here.

we spent some time with some friends at their cabin in grayling. this is the big creek. that's it's name. big creek. now this is rustic.

P taught B how to use a chainsaw. now that is really not something i expected to witness on vacation. my urban husband sawing a tree with a dangerous power tool. great. i was too busy preparing to call 911 (like they have 911 out in bfe) to take pictures when he was using the ax to split logs. now that's just crazy.

man am i glad i married a lefty!!!

look, B is in public service. i clearly didn't marry him for the mad influx of cash from a public servant's salary. that's why i'm in law school! ;) but still, this is a study that i can't help but smile about.

will someone kick this man in the groin please?

this man makes my blood run cold in my veins. i'd love to start a discussion about this article. it's really disturbing.

where the hell do these people work?

ok, i know sometimes i can be a bit snarky and mean, but look. that's why i switched to a blog with no name.

seriously.

this morning was my first post-vacation commute. it's sad how a week-long vacation can just melt away as you're stuffing yourself like a sardine into an orange-line train. anywho, the people i saw on the train were amazing.

laura ingles: this woman was wearing a straight-up little house on the prairie, calico dress - and she had these HUGE wool socks (a la montana in the winter) and white sneakers. the ensemble was topped off by the most amazingly bad haircut i've ever seen ... we're talking, faded perm and bangs i haven't seen since 6th grade. kinda like these, only her hair wasn't blue, and it was shoulder length. but this wig is kinda funny, huh?

corderoy man: keep in mind it's dc in august. this dude had on super thick light brown cords, a wrinkled, patterned short-sleeved button-up shirt with a tie that couldn't have clashed more, which was of course about five inches too short. also, of course, the socks/sandals combo, which is always a good choice.

the office slut: what's sad about this woman is that her outfit could have been ok. she had on one of those dresses that you wear under a suit coat. fine. but hers was SO SHORT that i could literally see the bottom of her ass. i'm not kidding here. she had on a pearl necklace and a pearl bracelet - also acceptable - but she also had about three gold necklaces and gold bangle bracelets in addition to the pearls. and the piece de resistance? her shoes. the heels were so high and thin that she could barely walk. and her friend .....

one of these things is not like the other: this woman had on a pretty standard linen dress, appropriate shoes, and a beautiful coach (not goach) bag. the kicker? (wait for it....) she had a she-mullet. NO LIE. it was crazy.

so this is my question: where the HELL do these people work? and what in the world do their coworkers think of these get-ups? i mean, jesus, i get shit for wearing a pair of j.crew flip flops to work in an office where we all wear jeans and my craptastic boss wears black and pink pumas. seriously. where the hell do these people work? and was i suddenly transported to little rock or des moines or something?

hope you missed me! ;)